Page 51 of Poisoned Vows

She glares at me, her lips thinning, but she follows me up. There’s an odd tug-of-war here that I don’t entirely understand, one that leaves me constantly off-balance, and I don’t like it. I can never tell what will make her give in, and when Iwanther to give in, she seems to know and fights harder.

She makes me feel as if I’m losing my mind—and all because I couldn’t leave her to my father’s nonexistent mercy. All because I wanted her. Because I couldn’t make myself force her and then throw her away.

I flick the light on to the bedroom, and I’m once again rewarded by a small, involuntary gasp from Lilliana. She looks around, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the huge, rustic four-poster bed, the knotted pine floor, the thick fur rug in front of the stone fireplace, the iron chandelier hanging over the velvet wing chairs next to the bookshelf and window that look out over the view beyond. There’s a balcony out there too, but itistoo cold for that.

“I’ll build a fire,” I tell her. “There’s a robe in the closet, but don’t bother with it. I want you naked for me tonight. You can unpack your things tomorrow.”

She stares at me as I walk to the fireplace. “How do you say that so casually?” she demands. “You can’t justtellme that I’m going to be naked. It’s supposed to be—”

“What?” I turn and look at her as I crouch in front of the fireplace. “How is it supposed to be, Lilliana? Because I can guarantee that my father wouldn’t have given you a choice, either, and he would have been much less gentle about it.”

She swallows hard at the reminder. “You could have let me go,” she says softly. “You could have fucked me and let me go.”

“No, I couldn’t,” I tell her simply, and leave it at that.

She stands there for several long seconds as I start to build a fire, and then I see her out of the corner of my eye, starting to walk around the room as she takes it in, still clutching her towel to her chest. She doesn’t come close to me again until the fire is roaring in the hearth, and then I stand up, dropping my own towel as I clear my throat.

“Come here,krolik.”

Just giving her the order hardens my cock. I can feel myself swelling and stiffening as she turns, and by the time she’s facing me, I’m hard for her all over again. I see her gaze drop to it instantly, and the look of apprehension that crosses her face.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me, rabbit,” I tell her gently. “As long as you obey. So come here.”

I see the moment where she considers trying to defy me, and then, slowly, she walks towards me. She stops an arm’s length away and reaches up to brush some of her long, damp blonde hair nervously out of her face. It’s a sweet, adorable gesture, and it makes me feel a strange stirring in my chest that I’ve never felt before.

“Drop the towel,” I tell her as gently as I can manage. “Don’t make me ask twice, Lilliana, and you’ll enjoy this much more.”

Once again, I can see the moment that she considers retorting, undoubtedly something about how she won’t enjoy it regardless, but she stops herself. To my surprise, she reaches up, loosening the towel where it’s tucked above her breasts and letting it drop to the floor.

The willingness of her gesture, as much as her naked body, arouses me beyond belief. As much as I seem to enjoy her contentious nature, seeing her submit to me in even the smallest way makes me ache, and I have to resist reaching for her and taking her directly to bed. I have other things I want from her, first.

I step back, so there’s plenty of room for her on the fur rug, the fire crackling next to us. “Kneel down,krolik,” I tell her, and I see her eyes widen.

“Nikolai—”

My cock throbs at the sound of her saying my name. “I wanted your mouth last night. But I wanted to give you time. I’m not waiting any longer, little rabbit.”

She hesitates. Just looking at her mouth makes me ache, pre-cum pearling at the tip of my cock. I see her eyes flick to it, the way her throat convulses, and Ineedher.

“Now,krolik.” My voice is a little sharper this time. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

She looks as if she’s thinking of something—remembering something. A moment later, to my surprise, she steps slowly forward, until she’s standing in front of me.

And then, wonder of wonders, she sinks down onto her knees.

Fuck. She looks so fucking beautiful like that, kneeling on the fur rug entirely naked, her blonde hair around her face and those wide blue eyes looking up at me. Her hands are resting on her bare thighs, and she looks up at me with a carefully blank expression.

“Are you going to tell me what you want?” she asks, but there’s not as much venom in her words as I’d expected there would be.

It feels like something is off. But my mind is foggy with lust, my cock throbbing an inch from her lips, and I can’t think entirely straight.She’s finally worn out with fighting,is all I can think, and even as I have a feeling it’s wishful thinking, I find myself simply looking at her.

She’s like a fucking piece of art, waiting to suck my cock.

“I want your mouth on my cock,devochka,” I murmur. “We’ll go from there.”

She leans forward, those wide blue eyes looking up at me as she tentatively flicks her tongue out over the tip. It’s a light touch, almost not enough to feel, but there’s a jolt of sensation through me anyway, simply because of the sheer eroticism of it. She looks so beautiful, so innocent, and even more than that, she looks as if she’s submitting to my desires at last.

“That’s it.” I step a little closer, the head of my cock brushing against her mouth as I trail my fingers over her hair. “Lick my cock like a good girl.”

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